No, no. I read The Last Novel as an electronic text. It’s fairly easy to convert files to different file types these days; hence, easy to search and cite text. But, for what it’s worth, I had highlighted all of these with my index finger.

Not often do I get to employ it. It was in jest and I agree de facto about your parallelism, though I worry about the economics of writing in the future. Once text can be copied indiscriminately and our video-soaked society completes its devolution to a pre-literate state, there might be more “content” than anyone knows what to do with or cares to pay for. Our revelry in the new digital labyrinth of infinite jests will be revealed to have all along been tacit collaboration with our culture’s floccinaucinihilipilification of the Word. Upon such ponderings I pile my longing to have lived in the ages of vellum and stone, when texts were monuments.

…he inveighed, in the comments section of a blog post, in an air-conditioned room, not dying of dysentery.